Friday, April 03, 2009

As a parent, I often find myself spouting off about what Mateo does and does not like. For example, he's never seemed too interested in chocolate, although loves glazed donuts. He doesn't care for super sugary things (except for the aforementioned glazed donut), and will eat a bit of a cookie or graham cracker, but loves ice cream (I just found that out last weekend).

I have realized that since he is changing on a daily basis, I must give up on knowing him in that way. That "this is my child and I know him" way.

This morning I gave Mateo a package of honey graham bunnies to eat before taking him to daycare. I was starving, so I grabbed the bag of chocolate graham bunnies to eat. I handed him his open package, opened mine, and he immediately wanted what I was having.

"It's chocolate," I said.

He looked at the dark brown bunny curiously, took it, and put it in his mouth.

"You like it? You like the chocolate?" I asked him.

He nodded his head in agreement swiftly took my bag of chocolate graham bunnies. So, being a mom who is used to this sort of thing, I took his bag of honey graham bunnies and began eating them.

"Cha-co-lat," he said. "Cha-co-lat buuuny."

Now, I think my kid is a good speaker. He's got a wide repertoire of words he uses, and some we're still figuring out (like "atches" = ashes, as in "ashes, ashes, we all fall down" - my husband always gets this but I sit there and say, "Atches? Itches? Something itches? Where does it itch?"). But he doesn't have too many polysyllabic words under his belt. We have to break up longer words into chunks for him to repeat them. And even then, we know there is no way he's going to walk away and use the word.

So I was fairly surprised that he started saying "chocolate." He was even intoning "chocolate" in goofy ways, like "cha-co-LATE!"

Me.

I'm a working Mom who blogs daily. I'm creative, cynical and have a quick wit on those days I’m feeling awake. I communicate for a living and have a fondness for the feline species. You can usually find me listening to music, which I do so incessantly. To call me an avid reader would be one of life’s little understatements. I am smitten with my child and husband, and do everything I can to make their lives that much more interesting.
I also have a cat, Sophia (aka Missy), who enriches our lives greatly by driving us nuts.